I often read
Micheal Crichton's books because of his beautiful and exciting deliver of stories.But,
when I read
The Great Train Robbery written by him, it's as though, everything changed. Crichton's account in
The Great Train Robbery of 1855 is more like a sociology book than a novel. He expounds at great length on many aspects of Victorian society. His essays became tiresome and boring after some time of reading, and I began to wonder about the scholarliness of the theories of Crichton.
From a standpoint of a novel, or at least,
historical fiction, the pacing is slow, the characters are one-dimensional and the dialogue is often difficult to understand. Crichton employed the tactic of introducing unfamiliar words in a brief scene and then going to textbook mode to explain the words' historical and societal
implications. By the end of the book, I had come to resent Crichton's tone, which comes across as lecturing or delivering sermons from a priest and it was like he was talking to the reader and not telling stories.
I enjoyed lots of Crichton's purely fictional works but, I don't think that
The Great Train Robbery caught my interest.